Silver tongues are speaking long and hard into the night
  I must be myself and I'll do alright
  Oh, please my darling, do not make me sad
  Late at night nobody really wants to feel that bad
  The rain it beats impatiently upon the window pane
  I must close my ears or I'll go insane
  Can't you be a gentle breeze or silent as a snowfall
  Won't you try and listen for the voice behind the wall
  It cries to you
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  Even though it only ever whispers part of what it knows
  And it's never ventured through the locks
  Where the brazen river flows
  It's the fingerprint which is never made
  It's the perfume of a rose
  And it is there if you are searching
  But the moment must be right
  As the night is black, as the day is white
  Please my friend, help to make me glad
  Help me find the one and only thing I've never had
  What is true
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